Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Can. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.